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Going home from Cui Xihua, as soon as he entered the door, Kuang Zheng hugged Bao Chan in a slimy way: "Are you happy?"

Baochan didn't drink much, her face was flushed, and she nodded.

Kuang Zheng didn't let him change his clothes, pestered him, pushed him between the half-covered gauze curtains of the French windows, and kissed the corner of his pale pink lips.

Baochan was hiding a little, but Kuangzheng found out, he was acting weird when he came back from Shi Kuoting's house that day, nothing else, as long as he touched him, he looked reluctant.

Kuangzheng let go of him panting heavily, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders: "Baochan."

Baochan seemed to know what he was going to say, rubbed his lips and lowered his head.

"Look at me." Kuang Zheng asked.

Baochan didn't look at it.

"look at me!"

Only then did Baochan raise his face slightly.

"What's going on?" Kuang Zheng asked him.

"What... what's going on."

Kuang Zheng was in a tizzy, he didn't understand that this kid, who had sworn to each other and had risked everything in his life, why he still pretended to be stupid with him: "Bao'er," he said in a deep voice, "don't think I have no temper."

A simple sentence, the voice is not high, but Baochan is afraid: "Brother..."

Kuang Zheng leaned on the window, staring at him firmly: "You say."

Baochan couldn't speak, his eyes wandered, his cheekbones became more and more red, Kuangzheng cupped his face in puzzlement, taking advantage of the distance between them, Baochan climbed onto his shoulders, leaned into his ear and said After saying something, Kuang Zheng was stunned.

"Is...is that so?" Baochan asked in a very soft voice.

Kuang Zheng held his back and didn't answer.

"Those pictures on the Internet," Baochan muttered, "I've seen them."

Kuang Zheng turned his head to meet his eyes.

Baochan also looked at him, shame, anxiety, bewilderment, all kinds of emotions mixed together, turning into a big red face.

"We kissed, touched, rubbed," Kuang Zheng said, "What do you think after that?"

Baochan understood what he meant, and then there were those things in the picture.

"I'll be careful," Kuang Zheng pressed his forehead, "I won't hurt you."

Baochan opened his eyes wide, and quickly withdrew his hand. Kuangzheng was afraid that he would run away, so he grabbed him: "Why," he half-joked, "I peeked at a few pornographic pictures, so you don't want me?"

How could Baochan not want him, but he was not ready: "Brother, let go first, and talk if you have something to say."

Kuangzheng made him laugh: "You take away my mother's bracelet. I picked up fruit and did push-ups at your senior brother's place. Now you want to regret it." He gestured to hug her up, "It's too late!"

"Brother!" Baochan reacted quickly, dodging like a rabbit, and Kuangzheng was not slow to make a move. He pushed him back to the window, pressed him, groped into his suit, and grabbed his ribs: "Why run? "He moved forcefully, but his tone was lazy, "Run or not, you belong to me now."

Bao Chan asked him to do it, and his spine felt weak and his knees felt weak, and he couldn't tell whether it was fear or numbness.

"Remember when we used to count ribs?" Kuang Zheng rubbed the tip of his nose against his earlobe.

Of course Baochan remembered, thinking about it now, she narrowed her eyes in shame.

"It's almost like counting ribs," Kuang Zheng pointed to that matter, "it's nothing to be afraid of."

"Isn't that okay?" Baochan said anxiously, afraid that his brother would carry him upstairs now, "I can be a woman, but not like that..."

This silly boy, Kuang Zheng said: "There has never been a man who was a woman. We are two men, and we have always been. No one gives up gender for the other."

"But," Baozhan said with a blushing face, "the one who gets caught by that is a woman."

"That's just for fun."

"How could it be possible to be happy?" Baochan didn't understand, "It hurts just looking at it."

"Would you like to try?" Kuang Zheng asked.

Baochan was unwilling, but he didn't immediately refuse because he loved this person.

"If you really don't like it," Kuang Zheng promised, "I will never..."

Halfway through the conversation, he had a phone call, and it was Duan Zhao: "Hello?"

"Boss," Duan Zhao's voice was a little tired, "I'll ask for a leave."

What Kuang Zheng didn't say: "I'll get you paid."

"It may take a few days," Duan Zhao explained, "There is something at home."

Kuang Zheng was taken aback: "Okay, if you are in doubt, call anytime."

There was a moment of silence: "Thank you, boss."

Hanging up the phone, Kuangzheng embraced Baochan again, stroking his slightly sweaty temples, just about to kiss, this time Baochan's cell phone rang, and it was Lantian.

"Hey," Baochan took the opportunity to come out of Kuangzheng's arms, "Sister Lan?"

"Tomorrow at the office at nine o'clock in the morning," Lan Tian said bluntly, "We need a test shoot for the variety show Hot Wheels."

"All of Ruyi Continent?" Baozhan asked.

"There are not so many places," Lan Tian thought for a while, "you can find someone else, it is rare to have the relationship with Zhengcai Zhang, let's get two people."

"Okay." Baochan then called Ying Xiaonong, who answered in seconds, and came up with a sentence: "There is no end! Can't I go back!"

Baochan was stunned: "Xiao Nong?"

When she heard it was him, Ying Xiaonong slowed down: "Baochan...what's the matter?"

With him like this, Baochan didn't have the time to talk about things, so he hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Ying Xiaonong sighed, "I have to go home, the regiment asks for two days off."

Home?Baochan never heard him mention: "Okay, if Xiaobao needs someone, ask senior brother to find me."

Ying Xiaonong hastily thanked her and hung up the phone.

Baochan grabbed her phone and thought for a while, Ying Xiaonong couldn't go to variety shows, Shi Kuoting couldn't go taking care of Xiaobao, Chen Rouen... Considering her recent star chasing madness, Baochan crossed her mind, If she doesn't go, Sa Shuang can't go, otherwise there will be disputes, and finally he calls Lan Tian back and goes alone.

In the evening, Kuangzheng didn't bother him anymore, knowing that he was afraid, he just went to bed, hurriedly pulled him into his arms, and counted his ribs after a long absence.Bao Chan kicked and kicked wildly, kicking him so hard that he felt itchy, and put his ear in his mouth several times, wishing to bite him and let the boy know the pain.

The next day he sent Baozhan to Yangyang Entertainment. It was a cloudy day, with dark clouds coming from the south, as if there was going to be a heavy rain.Bao Chan was wearing a light gray casual suit, a wrinkled white shirt with an open neckline, obviously without a tie, but inserted a straight platinum tie pin through the collar piece, revealing the hazy Akoya pearls on both sides.

He got off the Bentley and went directly to Yangyang Entertainment's car. There were several people in a white nobleman. Besides Lan Tian and Xiao Huang, there were two women, one for makeup and the other for styling.

As soon as the car door was closed, the driver turned around and started on the road. The make-up artist took two glances at Bao Chan and took out the tool box. The stylist did the same. While looking at him, he called Lan Tian: "Sister, don't bother me," she clicked her tongue loudly, "None of the sponsored clothes is better than this one on him."

Xiaozhuang sat over, held Baochan's face and began to apply foundation. On the other side, Lan Tian flipped through the files sent by the program team on his mobile phone and introduced the basic situation.

The program is called "The Voice of the Box: Elevator Challenge". It is a short video singing variety show based on the Hot Wheels platform. The guest list has not yet been determined, but there are about ten people. Such a newcomer.The program adopts a live broadcast mode. The guests enter the elevator designated by the program group and record the video of themselves singing with their mobile phones. Whether the guest advances depends on the reactions of passers-by in the same elevator.

"Singing...in the elevator?" Baochan felt that this program was unimaginable.

"Yes, the point is to conquer passers-by with singing." Lan Tian studied the rules of the program. "There is a time issue here. Passers-by get on the elevator and get off the elevator. It takes tens of seconds at most. You don't have a chance to warm up, so you have to amplify your moves directly."

Bao Chan's face is very upright, with foundation on it, casually drawing eyebrows and eyeliner, and smacking lips with everyday colors, it looks very beautiful: "Where's the elevator?"

"The location designated by various program groups," Lan Tian said, "for example, today, it is a high-end apartment in the embassy district, and you are likely to face foreign passers-by."

Foreign passerby?Baozhan was in a daze, when the destination arrived, the nanny's car stopped in a parking lot with a temporary number, outside the hazy window, there was a director and a staff member with a camera coming this way.